Angels and Demons

"Misery does love company my dear ornias. Now, I hope you could think of something more fun along the way. It does sound like fun if an angel thought of the idea." And what a treat he is. Oh what fun we could have. Never did I think I could ever tempt an angel.
 
As her soft, warm lips pressed against his, Datenshi's head spun a bit. The demon inside him wanted her, no, needed her. He wanted to pin her to that wall and do things that would break a normal human and make any girl scream until the windows broke, but reality took ahold of him and he pulled away, a snarl on his lips and he wiped them off with the back of his hadn. He shook his head, eyes still dark, fangs still protruding.

"No. Not this time, you lieing bit**. Not again, not ever. I tried once. You threw me across the fu**ing room. This time I'm telling you to go fu** yourself because I may be this sweet guy when I'm not all riled up, but lady you brought out the bastard in me."

With that, he left, his claws ripping into her painting as he passed them, destroying the gift he had gave her. He went back to his room and slammed the door so hard the entire house shook and the door literally shattered into bits. This is why he didn't like being social
 
Kaethe could feel the immediate response inside Datenshi, the part of him that wanted to give in and surrender to her touch. However, that was not the part that won out. She grinned as he pulled away, knowing now that there was a piece of him that longed for her - and she was going to laugh every single time she thought of it.


"Aw, poor baby," she replied sweetly as he left, tossing the paintings out the window without a care in the world. She ran her hand over the scratches on her neck and felt them healing. "What a nasty temper the little baby demon boy has. Oh well," she said to herself, laughing a bit and tossing the shattered glass out the window as well. At least he was going to stop acting like some lovesick idiot just because she was 'pretty' or whatever. She was so sick of guys doing that. They didn't even know her.
 
Ornias kept boring his gaze into Ru'mel's face, studying every inch of his expression. He ran his tongue through his teeth, thinking of something he would enjoy doing in the mansion. His eyes sparkled with an idea. It wasn't the best of them all but he would enjoy every secind of it. He ran a hand through his hair, his wings fluttering behind him, creating a small breeze. "Have you ever tried waking up everyone at 3 in the morning?" He raised a finger. "Something we could do for the hell of it. The fun being chased by everyone. Want to try it out later?"
 
He sat in his room on his bed, looking at the ceiling and shaking. He still craved, still longed. He couldn't control anything any more because of her. He took a couple deep breaths and laid down, curling into a ball. He wished someone would come wrap him in chains and lock him up. He was honestly scared of this new feeling. He needed help and no one could help him.
 
Noticing the spark in his eyes, what gorgeous eyes, he decided to go with it. "Oh ornias, what a splendid idea. But what about in the mean time?" His eyes began to light up at how exhilarating it would be to spend a year, causing mischief with an angel and staring into those eyes.
 
Ornias furrowed his brow, tapping a finger on his chin. He was willing to wake every single one in the mansion before dawn broke on the sky...but right now he only wanted to do something else. He longingly looked down the corridor and to the stairs. The words came out of his mouth smoothly. "Do you like flying, my friend?" He longed for it; maybe not a very high flight...but only something as to stretch his old wings. Maybe even see Ru'mel's wings stand out against the sky. He turned to get an answer, he might have been a Fallen Angel, but he always stayed with his manners.
 
"That sounds lovely. I need to stretch my wings. What say we take to the skies and lay on the clouds? They're really great this time of year." He said, all the while a warm smile on his face.
 
Alyss had heard the rage as she walked out of the room. He really wasn't very quiet about his feelings, this Datenashi person. Creatures always seemed to get like this. It was part of why she hated socializing. They always got so emotional and irrational. Honestly, it was tiring to deal with. Still, Alyss could recall a time when she, too, had been like that. Young and eager to please, and full of righteous anger. How silly that seemed now, as she thought back on it. How childish she must've appeared to the Lord with all her boasting and ranting about the right way. Even the memory made Alyss shake her head.

Alyss was heading for her room. She had several things she had to add to her notebook, including that she had just saved a Demon from... Losing control? Alyss didn't actually know why the Demon had needed blood or what would've happened if he didn't receive any blood. She just figured it would've been bad. Besides, Alyss hadn't really been thinking at the time. It's been more of a knee-jerk reaction. Suddenly the girl let out a hiss and stepped back. She glared at the ground, trying to find the source for the pain in her foot. It wasn't long before she spotted the piece of wood that had jabbed her. She glanced at the doorway she was near and saw it empty of a door. Well. That explained where that came from. With a sigh, Alyss reached to pick up the dust pan that was now waiting eagerly and began to sweep the shards of door into it.
 
Elijah nodded in agreement, deciding that'd be enough time for him to make a more than decent drawing. "That's a deal," he told her as he took his hand out for her to shake, to seal the deal. As he continued walking with her outside, he paused in his tracks. "Want to go for a quick flight? Unless you're still pegged on not me knowing what you are," he shrugged.
 
Datenshi heard someone in his doorway, cleaning up his mess. He tried to look, tried to speak, tried to thank them, but he couldn't. Something had taken his voice. He had to get out of this body, had to get out of this shell. He closed his eyes and let his mind drift, feeling the familiar tug of anothers soul nearby, but he couldn't leave his own body. He sighed gently and just closed his eyes as darkness filled his mind. The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was the woman cleaning his door up from the floor.
 
Ariela was out of it. She had spoken to no one, and probably wouldn't for a long time. She saw people come and go in the house, everywhere. She heard walls breaking, yelling, profanity, and things crashing. Finally, it was silent for all of the three heartbeats. She then heard the faint brush of a broom. She walked out of her room, walking over to the hallway to see a girl cleaning up a mess on the floor. "Do you need help?" Ariela asked her quietly as she bent down, gathering some of the pieces that the broom left behind. "What happened here?" Ariela asked, her eyebrow raised.
 
Kaethe watched the sparkling shards of glass fall to the bushes below until they vanished from sight. Her room was clean now, but the space above the dresser where the paintings had been hung seemed oddly empty. She ignored that and sat on the railing of her balcony, swinging her legs absently against the posts that supported her weight. Datenshi was an interesting puzzle, but that's all that he was to her. A plaything, a toy, an amusement for when she got too bored and wanted to poke a tempermental beastie with a stick. He wasn't the only person on her mind, though. So far, she hadn't seen a single person who seemed to be really clicking with the others. Sure, some acted kind or whatever, but it was all hesitant. It was as though they were all walking on glass and hoping somebody else would fall before they did.


What an idiotic way to live.


She frowned and slid from the railing, walking back into her room and promptly out of it, into the bathroom instead. There were a few different shower stalls and she started one up, letting the water get to boiling as she stripped down naked. She tossed her clothes aside and hung a couple of towels up, then stepped in and allowed her wings to come out. The hot water steamed off of her feathers, making them shine as she hung her head and braced her hands against the wall. Pathetic.
 
When he woke up, the first thing Datenshi wanted was a bath. A shower so hot it would boil a normal human's skin. He sighed and stood, his muscles still quivered as he stood and clenched his fists a few times. He gathered up a change of clothes and headed to the showers. Once there, he realized it was an open set-up, like that of a high school locker room and he sighed deeply, shaking his head. Damn, not even this was luxurious. He stripped off his shirt and ignored the feeling of eyes watching him as he undid his pants and pushed them and his boxers off. Stepping into the hot water made him moan in relief and relaxed little by little. He began scrubbing his body down, loving the feeling of becoming clean.
 
Right in the middle of lathering herself up, Kaethe heard somebody else come in and get in their own shower. Interesting. She rinsed and shut her water off, listening to the sounds of the other person. Pulling a towel into her stall, she wrapped her hair over her head, then brought in a second towel and wrapped it around her slender body. It barely covered her backside, but she didn't care. Nothing that anybody here hadn't seen before, just legs and arms. She moved out of the stall and glanced to the side, seeing the pile of clothes from whoever was taking a shower. After a moment, she realized that she recognized them as Datenshi's.


Grinning, she strolled over casually and picked them up, along with any towels that she saw. She tossed them all out the window, then left the bathroom, humming innocently. Payback for calling her a bitch. Fair was fair. She laughed and moved down the hallway toward her bedroom carelessly.
 
Returning outside as the strange demon left, Marlo responded, "Okay. I could use a flight." Truth be told, she hadn't flown in several weeks, not since before her exile. Her wings were still healing from her original fall, not as bad as what a Fallen might experience, but enough to do damage. Hopefully, she thought, Elijah wouldn't notice her oddly-colored wings, or wouldn't have some sort of prejudice against her because of them. Swallowing her misgivings, Marlo gently took of her jacket, leaving it on the ground in front of a flowering bush. Through the slits in her tighter t-shirt, her wings stretched out, greyer and blacker near her shoulder blades, almost pure white at the tips. Almost. There was still an underlying grey tinge to be seen. Marlo looked away, waiting to hear his reaction.
 
He heard the window open. Heard the familiar evil snicker. Felt the draft. The little bit** had done something else and he knew it would be an inconvenience. He finished his shower up quickly and stepped out, then laughed as he noticed there were no towels and his clothes were gone. He began to sprout his wings so he could use them as a protective shell as he walked, but then he shrugged and thought about it. Not like he was ashamed of anything on his body. He'd been told that even for a demon he was... well endowed. He shook himself dry, then opened the door and started back to his room as if her weren't entirely naked and visible by everyone there. He thought a second time and stopped at her door, leaning in the doorway.

"So, you think throwing my clothes out the window is funny? It is, actually. Childish, but funny. If you had taken into consideration that I honestly don't give a rat's ass who sees my di** and amazingly sculpted body, you may have done things differently. You god da** child. Grow up."

With that he continued on to his room.
 
Kaethe turned and looked over her shoulder as her door opened. Her back was turned to him, which was the only thing saving her from flashing him completely. All that she wore was a short black skirt made of a thin material that swirled around her upper thighs every time she moved, and a pair of tiny black boyshorts underneath. Her long legs were bare, as well as her toned back - at least, what bits of it could be seen through the dripping blonde curls that clung to her skin since she had discarded her hair towel off to the side. She cocked an eyebrow at Datenshi and said nothing until he closed the door and left.


"Hm. Another conceited Demon. Yet another reason to not bother with that one," she murmured to herself, shaking her head with a smirk before pulling her hair up into a long ponytail. A few curls escaped to frame her face but she ignored them. She wasn't going for perfect here, just getting comfortable. Flipping through the clothes that she had brought with her, she selected a snug lilac tank top that accentuated her eyes nicely. She didn't bother to add shoes. Now she was ready for some real food, human food. Nodding a bit to herself, she left her room and went back downstairs.
 
Datenshi dressed and sat on the corner of his bed, a drawing pad appearing in his lap along with a set of drawing pencils. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes as his hand moved, lines and shapes forming on the paper. He did this for an hour and when he opened his eyes, they got huge. It was her. It was the heartless one, only on paper, she was smiling. She had a look in her eyes that would melt any heart. He sighed and threw the drawing pad at his door, which was no longer there so it hit the wall in the hallway. He growled and threw the pencils out the window before laying back on his bed and staring up at the ceiling, where he stayed until someone got bored enough to interact with him. He still wanted food, but he didn't want to be near her. He didn't want to feel the odd feelings he had when he saw her.
 
Standing in the kitchen with four of the large cupboards open, Kaethe scanned the selection closely. Tapping her chin with a finger, she discarded ideas as soon as she came upon them. Nothing seemed appetizing at first. She sighed and snapped the cupboards closed, then started browsing the fridge instead. Eventually she found a long tube of premade cookie dough. Chocolate chip peanut butter, her favorite. She grinned, deciding against a healthier option. The end snapped off easily with a flick of her sharp nails and she pulled a spoon from a drawer.


The first bite was deliciously satisfying, and she smiled to herself as she wandered back upstairs. It was starting to get dark out, and even though she normally thrived at night, she was starting to get a little sleepy. Perhaps it was just boredom. Either way, all she felt like doing was sitting on her bed with her cookie dough and brooding to herself. So, that's what she planned on doing as she scaled the stairs once more.
 
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